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Reader x Levi - AU!Finally!

Warning for language

[Highschool AU]
Reader = Range 15-16; Levi = Range 16-17

(In the point of view of Levi)

My fuck, Hanji has been bothering me about telling (F/n) that I like her. What the fuck does she want me to do, just walk up to her and announce that I’ve been Instagram stalking her? How would that bode for me?

I sit at the lunch tables and you walk into the cafeteria with your friends. What the fuck is that underclassman Jaeger thing he’s doing, talking with you? He is the idiotic scum on your shoe! You laugh at something he says and jealousy boils in the pits of my stomach. How dare he make you laugh when I don’t even have the balls to have a conversation about something other than death and blood with you?

Erwin clears his throat and pokes me with the butt of his fork. “You’re staring again, my friend. Be careful or she might just see you and ask how you are. God forbid that happen – you might just shit yourself.” Hanji snorts into her drink while Erwin laughs.

“Haha,” I deadpan. “You think you’re so fucking hilarious? Why don’t you go ask your little crush of a bitch (a/n me mine i is au teen erwin’s crush) out? Show me how it’s done.”

He nearly chokes on his carrot. “Fine. I will.”

My jaw drops when he actually goes up, bumps into the girl, and starts a flirty conversation with her. Damn tree getting what he wants.

Hanji looks at me. “Seriously though, (F/n)’s a babe, Levi. It’s the time of bigger boobs and higher levels of testosterone. She won’t stay on the market forever.”

I growl. “Why do you have to talk about her like she’s an object?”

“You obviously care for her. Just spit it out. Look, here she comes.”

I turn and indeed, you are walking directly for our table. The soles of your ankle boots click against the tiled floor. “Hi Levi, Hanji. Do you guys want to come up to the history place for the rest of lunch to joke around?”

The ‘history place’ referred to a small area in front of 6th period (history class) that was slightly offset from the hallways by the back exits of two science labs. It was common for me, Hanji, you, and two of your friends to hang around there before class started.

“Sure,” I say, gathering my things. I didn’t eat much for lunch today. “See you up there, Shitty Glasses?”

She winks at me. “See ya Short Stuff!”

Upstairs, I put my back against the wall and open my computer. Right away, I wipe the dirty screen with my uniform shirt sleeve. Disgusting dust.

You take a seat next to me and open your own computer.

“Hey, how did you like that English test?”

I freeze. Human interaction. Fuck.

“Uh… well.. It was alrig–”

“I think it was fucking hard man. Those details? Like who cares who said that exact word?” you complain. (Everyone knows you hate the English teacher and will complain about her whenever you can.)

“Oh yeah. Fucking awful.”

You look at me with big eyes. Almost like you’re waiting for me to say something. “What?”

You sigh and look down. “Nothing. Just tired.”

It’s been about a month since Hanji stopped bothering me about telling (F/n) and Erwin’s actually started hanging out more with his girl friend. Damn Shitty Glasses and Tree leave me stranded at lunch to go and study for a math test. I go to the history place and pull out my book to read.

Not a few minutes later, I hear familiar clicks echoing down the hall.

“Hi Levi. Whatcha doing?”

“Reading, idiot.”

“Oh. Sorry.” You sit down next to me. “Hey, I’m kind of having a bad day. You wanna play twenty questions?”

I pause. “Sure. You start.”

“Hm. Least favourite teacher?”

“Jones.”

“Figured.”

“Favourite class?”

You take a minute. “Art. It’s just so relaxing.”

I crack a smile.

We go back and forth until it’s down to the eighteenth question. Your turn. “Do you like anyone?”

My palms get clammy and sweaty. I’m pretty sure I’ve shit myself. What do I do? Tell the truth and face being told down? No fucking thanks.

But you smile at me and it’s enough.

“Well.. there’s this girl. She’s really nice, beautiful, kind, smart – everything.”

“Do I know her?”

Wouldn’t you like to know. I nod. “Yup.”

“Is it Petra?”

“Petra? No! What the fuck?”

“Sorry! Sorry. I won’t pry. Crushes are hard.”

No shit, Sherlock.

“I-I…” Fuck this is difficult. “I like you… (F/n).”

At first, your face lights up like I’ve just said the most brilliant thing in the world. Then, you steal my book from my lap and throw it at me. And pretty damn hard. “That’s for taking so long to tell me!” you huff.

Description
Reader x Levi - AU!Finally!

Warning for language

[Highschool AU]
Reader = Range 15-16; Levi = Range 16-17

(In the point of view of Levi)

My fuck, Hanji has been bothering me about telling (F/n) that I like her. What the fuck does she want me to do, just walk up to her and announce that I’ve been Instagram stalking her? How would that bode for me?

I sit at the lunch tables and you walk into the cafeteria with your friends. What the fuck is that underclassman Jaeger thing he’s doing, talking with you? He is the idiotic scum on your shoe! You laugh at something he says and jealousy boils in the pits of my stomach. How dare he make you laugh when I don’t even have the balls to have a conversation about something other than death and blood with you?

Erwin clears his throat and pokes me with the butt of his fork. “You’re staring again, my friend. Be careful or she might just see you and ask how you are. God forbid that happen – you might just shit yourself.” Hanji snorts into her drink while Erwin laughs.

“Haha,” I deadpan. “You think you’re so fucking hilarious? Why don’t you go ask your little crush of a bitch (a/n me mine i is au teen erwin’s crush) out? Show me how it’s done.”

He nearly chokes on his carrot. “Fine. I will.”

My jaw drops when he actually goes up, bumps into the girl, and starts a flirty conversation with her. Damn tree getting what he wants.

Hanji looks at me. “Seriously though, (F/n)’s a babe, Levi. It’s the time of bigger boobs and higher levels of testosterone. She won’t stay on the market forever.”

I growl. “Why do you have to talk about her like she’s an object?”

“You obviously care for her. Just spit it out. Look, here she comes.”

I turn and indeed, you are walking directly for our table. The soles of your ankle boots click against the tiled floor. “Hi Levi, Hanji. Do you guys want to come up to the history place for the rest of lunch to joke around?”

The ‘history place’ referred to a small area in front of 6th period (history class) that was slightly offset from the hallways by the back exits of two science labs. It was common for me, Hanji, you, and two of your friends to hang around there before class started.

“Sure,” I say, gathering my things. I didn’t eat much for lunch today. “See you up there, Shitty Glasses?”

She winks at me. “See ya Short Stuff!”

Upstairs, I put my back against the wall and open my computer. Right away, I wipe the dirty screen with my uniform shirt sleeve. Disgusting dust.

You take a seat next to me and open your own computer.

“Hey, how did you like that English test?”

I freeze. Human interaction. Fuck.

“Uh… well.. It was alrig–”

“I think it was fucking hard man. Those details? Like who cares who said that exact word?” you complain. (Everyone knows you hate the English teacher and will complain about her whenever you can.)

“Oh yeah. Fucking awful.”

You look at me with big eyes. Almost like you’re waiting for me to say something. “What?”

You sigh and look down. “Nothing. Just tired.”

It’s been about a month since Hanji stopped bothering me about telling (F/n) and Erwin’s actually started hanging out more with his girl friend. Damn Shitty Glasses and Tree leave me stranded at lunch to go and study for a math test. I go to the history place and pull out my book to read.

Not a few minutes later, I hear familiar clicks echoing down the hall.

“Hi Levi. Whatcha doing?”

“Reading, idiot.”

“Oh. Sorry.” You sit down next to me. “Hey, I’m kind of having a bad day. You wanna play twenty questions?”

I pause. “Sure. You start.”

“Hm. Least favourite teacher?”

“Jones.”

“Figured.”

“Favourite class?”

You take a minute. “Art. It’s just so relaxing.”

I crack a smile.

We go back and forth until it’s down to the eighteenth question. Your turn. “Do you like anyone?”

My palms get clammy and sweaty. I’m pretty sure I’ve shit myself. What do I do? Tell the truth and face being told down? No fucking thanks.

But you smile at me and it’s enough.

“Well.. there’s this girl. She’s really nice, beautiful, kind, smart – everything.”

“Do I know her?”

Wouldn’t you like to know. I nod. “Yup.”

“Is it Petra?”

“Petra? No! What the fuck?”

“Sorry! Sorry. I won’t pry. Crushes are hard.”

No shit, Sherlock.

“I-I…” Fuck this is difficult. “I like you… (F/n).”

At first, your face lights up like I’ve just said the most brilliant thing in the world. Then, you steal my book from my lap and throw it at me. And pretty damn hard. “That’s for taking so long to tell me!” you huff.